0 comments/ 206762 views/ 150 favorites A Cute Little Valentine's Gift By: Brandy Chase Several weeks ago I walked out to my car after work and found a single, red rose stuck under the windshield wiper. There was no card or any indication as to who had left the rose. I thought to myself, how sweet, someone has left me a rose. I wondered who. It played on my mind for several days. Every male who spoke to me in a pleasant manner over the next few days was instantly added to my list of suspects. On the fourth day, there was another red rose on my windshield and again on the third day after that. The next one showed up two days later. Since that day, there has been a red rose on my car every day after work. I have even parked my car in several different places trying to hide it from whoever my secret admirer might be. But he always seems to find it. At first I thought it might be my ex-husband. He's a goofy son-of-a-bitch and would do something like that just to torment me. But I happen to know he was out of state when the fourth rose showed up. Plus, he would have owned up to it when I confronted him about it. He didn't. He'll do a lot of lousy things, but lying ain't one of them. He always was a piss-poor liar, especially to me. I even had people watching my car, trying to find out who it was, but no luck. The guilty party must have been slick as whale shit, because no one could catch him in the act. There was one nice side to it, I always had a vase full of beautiful long-stem red roses on the table at home. But it was driving me nuts trying to figure out who my secret admirer was. Hey, I could like a guy like that. Flowers are a good way to get a lady's attention. A little chocolate to sweeten her up, a diamond ring to close the deal, a little house in the country, then he's all set to run back to town chasing every skirt that happens to flutter his way. It's a basic plan older than Jesus. At first this was all quite exciting; you know, a mysterious admirer, the thrill of the search, but after a month it was starting to get a bit scary. Who was this secretive person and why could I not catch them or discover their identity? I mean, after a month, you'd think he would have at least stepped forward and bitched about how much he'd spent recently for roses just to decorate my home. Suddenly, a thousand-watt light bulb blazed to life in my little head. There was a florist a few blocks from my office. Perhaps my elusive admirer had been buying the roses there. What the heck, it was worth a shot, so I stopped by there on my way home after work. Today's rose in hand, I walked up to the girl at the counter. I was surprised the place wasn't packed, it was only a few more days until Valentine's Day "Can I help you, Ma'am?" the young girl asked. "I hope so. Can you tell me if this rose came from here or not?" I asked, handing her the rose. "I can't, but the manager might be able to. I'll be right back," the girl replied, stepping into the back room behind the counter with the rose in her hand. A tall, slender woman stepped out of the office, followed by the younger girl. "Hello, Ma'am. I can tell you this rose, and maybe twenty just like it, have come from this shop over the last month or so. But, as to who bought them all; I'm sorry, I would feel I was betraying a client's trust. When this person decides it's time to confess their feelings about you, believe me, you'll be the first to know." "I understand," I replied. "Can you at least tell me what time of day they come in?" "If I could, I wouldn't, but they come in at varying times of day. I hope you can appreciate my position on this. But, I will tell you this much; they're here every day now." "Okay, I appreciate what you were able to tell me," I said, walking toward the door. "I'll also tell you that I think you're a lucky lady, I wouldn't mind one bit having this person chasing after me," she added with a big smile on her pretty face. I stopped at the door and looked back at the tall woman. "Thanks, I guess. I did notice one thing, you always referred to them as they, never he." She flashed me a big smile. "You caught that, did ya?" she replied stepping out of sight, back into her office. That was a ridiculous thought, I don't even know where it came from; I'm not gay. Why did that even come to mind. Why would a woman be leaving me roses? I guess my mind was just being over taxed on the matter and was grasping at any straw that floated its pitiful way. My head was really spinning now; this was getting out of hand, ridiculous. Now, I wasn't even sure it was a man, the way the flower-shop manager acted was really starting to make me nervous. My every waking moment was being spent trying to find out who this individual might be, worrying about who it might be, afraid to even consider what the final outcome might be. I was finding it hard to concentrate on things at work; my mind was constantly cluttered with wild images of faces, places, names, and possible encounters. Fantasy had suddenly become a very important part in my meager little life. Isn't it funny how much of an effect a few roses can have on one's life? # Friday evening it had taken me almost two hours to get home because I had several stops to make along the way. Finally getting home, I climbed out of my car looking forward to a relaxing weekend. Pulling my dry cleaning out of the car, it suddenly struck me; my briefcase was missing. My mind raced, trying to remember the last place I had seen it. I couldn't remember seeing it when I had put the dry cleaning into the back seat. That was the first stop I'd made on my way home. And I couldn't remember seeing it when I had sat the pot of lilies back there I had picked up for my mother for Valentine's Day. I know, stick your finger down your throat and gag, but I like to give my mom something for Valentine's Day. Hell, I didn't have anyone else to share such a wonderful holiday with. "Damn! I hope I left it at the office!" I yelled at myself, slamming the car door. I came through the front door just in time to hear someone leaving a message on my answering machine. I grabbed for the phone, hoping to answer it before they hung up. "Hello, hello, April!" I yelled into the phone. "Oh, good, you're home. I was…" April started to say. "Please tell me my briefcase is at my desk," I cut her off. "That's why I was calling you. I knew you needed it this weekend. I heard you saying you had to get the final figures together for the Andrew account over the weekend," April said. "Oh, thank God," I breathed a sigh of relief. "I was afraid I'd left my car unlocked and someone might have stolen it." "Nope, it's laying right here," she said. Even over the phone, I could almost hear the big, cheerful smile I knew was on her pretty little face right now. It was almost always there, especially when she was being helpful to someone. "Fantastic! Are you gonna be there for another thirty or forty minutes, or is there anyone else there to let me in when I get there?" I asked. "I'm the last one here. I would've been gone already, but I was trying to get a hold of you," she replied. "Let me think for a minute, I really need that briefcase this weekend," I said. "I'm trying to think of a safe place for you to hide it, so I could come and get it." "Wait a second; don't you live off Highway 2, just south of town?" April asked. "Yes, I live in the Forest Glen subdivision," I replied. "That's cool. I go right passed it on my way to my friend's house. That's where I'm headed now. I'll drop it off on my way," she offered. "April, you're a lifesaver. I don't know how to thank you," I said. "How about a cold beer when I get there?" she replied. "That's what I'm going out to my friends for, we're gonna drink a few beers and just hang out at her place for the evening. I might as well get a head start on her," April replied. "What kind do you drink?" I asked. "Cold," she replied. "Okay, cold cans or cold bottles?" I asked. "Cold beer, don't matter what it's in," she laughed. "Okay then, you got it," I said. "See you in about thirty minutes," she said after I had given her my address. "April, I really appreciate this." "Don't sweat the small stuff, it ain't any problem. See ya in a few. Bye," she hung up. # Forty-five minutes later, April's Jeep pulled into my driveway. Why would a girl who drives a Jeep, wear such a short skirt, I wondered as I watched her try to climb out of the high-ground-clearance vehicle without showing her butt, literally. Oh well, I thought to myself, if I had gorgeous legs like hers I'd wanna show them off too. Watching her reach across the front seat to retrieve my briefcase from the opposite side, after she had gotten out, the mini-skirt went even higher. I saw a little more than I wanted to… pink, floral-print panties. When she turned and started toward my front door, my briefcase safely in her hand, that big smile of hers actually gleamed when she saw me standing in the doorway waiting for her, with an ice-cold glass of beer in my hand. She held out my briefcase. "I'll trade ya," the twenty-two-year old blonde sang, bouncing up the five steps to the old-fashion porch running all the way around my house. "You got yourself a deal," I agreed. Smiling, I held the door open with one hand and handed her the beer with the other. "Ah, now that's what I call a cold beer," her beautiful smile spreading from ear to ear after her first sip. "Come on in, April. I put it in the freezer so it would be really cold when you got here. It was so sweet of you to bring this to me," I said, taking the briefcase from her and sitting it on the floor by the door. "Wow, what a beautiful home," April said, looking around my living room. "I live in a little, dinky apartment. I wouldn't know what to do with all this space." "Roam around in it all by yourself, like I do," I replied. "I wouldn't mind roaming around in a joint like this," April replied. "Wait, I didn't mean that the way it came out. I didn't mean to call your home a joint. I have this problem about getting my mouth running before I put my brain in gear and sometimes it comes out all wrong. It gets me into a lot of trouble sometimes." "I know you say a lotta things before you think it over. I work with you everyday, remember? Don't worry about it, April." "That's one of the things I like about you, you always seem so smart, and so on top of everything going on," she said. "That's my job, but I'm not like that when I'm home. I forget everything when I'm not at work; like my briefcase," I replied, picking the briefcase up from the floor. "Come on into the kitchen, I'll have some wine while you drink your beer." "Am I holding you up from something?" she asked. "Heck no, I've got nothing to do all weekend," I replied. "What about all the work you have in your briefcase to do over the weekend?" she asked. "Oh, it isn't really all that much," I said, setting the briefcase on the kitchen table and opening it to show her the small amount of work I actually had to do. I stood there, momentarily stunned, staring into the open case. There was a long-stem red rose, wrapped in florist-tissue, lying on top of everything else in the briefcase. Under the rose was a red heart-shaped box of chocolates with a little note taped to it that said, "Be My Valentine." I finally got enough of my senses back to look at April. Her head was hanging down, her face as red as the box of candy. "It was you. All this time, it was you leaving the roses on my car," I mumbled. Her long, sandy-blond hair bounced around her small breasts as she shook her head, "yes," still looking at the floor. She'd sat the beer glass on the counter and her tiny hands were now clasped in front of her chest like she was praying. "Why?" I asked. She shook her head from side to side and mumbled so softly that I could barely hear her, "Because I love you." "Because what?" I asked, not sure I'd heard her right. "Because I love you," she whispered between what sounded like sniffles, still afraid to look up at me. Her delicate shoulders started shuddering as her sniffles became quiet, stifled sobs. I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her, trying to gain control of the situation. No, not the situation, trying to gain control of myself, of my emotions. I had never dealt with anything like this before. I mean, I'd dealt with it with guys, but never a woman. I was clueless. "I don't know how else to say this, April, except pointblank; I'm not gay." "I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't want to fall in love with you, it just happened," she said, her legs seemed to turn to rubber under her weight, as she slowly sank to the floor on her knees. I was, for one of the few times in my life, at a complete loss for words. I didn't know what to say to the poor girl. She finally looked up into my face, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she tried to say, but was having a hard time getting the words out and fighting her sobs back at the same time. "But, I'm not gay either," she stammered, her head dropping into her hands and she broke down into the full crying of a deeply hurt, shattered women. I didn't know what to say or do. Here was this beautiful young woman, curled up like a baby, on her knees in the middle of my kitchen floor, her forehead against the tiles, bawling her eyes out because she was in love with me. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" I mumbled. Kneeling on the floor beside her, I slid my arm around her heaving shoulders, helping her from the floor. After I had gotten her up, I held her in my arms, trying to soothe her hurting, to alleviate her embarrassment. "We're big girls, we can deal with this," I tried to reassure her. At 5'11", I was considerably taller than her, she looked up into my face from where I held her head cradled against my chest. "See, I've done it again? But this time, it was my heart I let start running before my brain was in gear," she whimpered. I looked down into her deep-blue, tear-filled eyes. She was ripping my heart out, artery by artery. She felt so tiny and frail in my arms, so soft. I tried to hold back my own tears, but this poor little creature seemed so broken-hearted, I couldn't. "Here," I said, handing her a box of tissues, after pulling a few out for myself, "Dry your eyes and pick up your beer. I need that glass of wine. No, I think I'll have something a bit stronger. Then we're going to sit down and get this straightened out." "Would you mind fixing me something a bit stronger too? I think I'm gonna need it," she said, a small smile tried to find its way across her lightly freckled face. "I think I just really screwed up all my Valentine's Day plans." "I make a mean vodka martini," I replied, releasing her from my encircling arms. "Sounds great to me." She took a deep drink of her beer. "I can't let this ice-cold beer go to waste, now can I? That would be alcohol abuse," she said, still fighting back her tears and trying not to be too obvious about how embarrassed she was. I gathered all the paraphernalia needed to assemble the martinis, including the large, chilled bottle of Absolute vodka I keep in my freezer at all times just for emergencies such as this, and filled a large shaker with crushed ice. April sucked down the last of her beer and sat the empty glass down. She started working her way between the counter I was working at and me. I tried to figure out what she was doing, but I was at a loss. "Would you like another beer?" I asked, thinking maybe she was trying to get at the refrigerator, and between the counter and me was the shortest path to the refrigerator for her. "No thank you. I'll wait for the martinis," she answered, but continued her squirming to get between the counter and me. I stood my ground to see what the final results of her activity would to be. Finally, she achieved her goal, but after all that effort, she was apparently facing the wrong direction, because she started squirming again, executing a slow, 180° turn, slid her arms around my waist, laid her head back on my chest, and hugged me tightly. "There, now I feel much better here," she mumbled, snuggling her face tighter against my chest. I looked down at the top of her blonde head and slid my arms around her shoulders. She reminded me of a child trying to sneak a hug from its mother. I couldn't help but to giggle at her a little; she had accomplished all this and had done it in such a manner as to not actually interrupt the drink-making process. If I hadn't stopped to watch what the hell she was up to, I could have easily finished making the martinis without missing a beat. She wasn't doing anything wrong or sexy, she just wanted to be close to me, very close to me. It seemed as if that was all that mattered to her at the moment. I was so touched, but I knew I had to put a stop to this. My mind was desperately seeking a way to explain to her the many reasons her infatuation with me, whatever it was, was very flattering, but nevertheless, very wrong. I mean, hell, I was nearly twice her age for one thing and not gay for another, and I'm sure there were several more good reasons. Although, I do have to admit I found it somewhat exciting to know that this beautiful little creature thought she was in love with me. I thought to myself, if I were ever to become gay, I would make sure she was the first to know. If I were gay, she'd probably be the type of woman I would be chasing after; small, delicate, sweet, loving, caring, and able to express her feelings. Yes, she's definitely one I would be after, if I were gay that is. But I'm not, so that entire line of thought was getting me no closer to a cure for my immediate problem; how to let April down without seeming mean and cruel, without wrenching her heart out like she was unwittingly doing to me. More tears trickled down my face. I raised one hand and gently tapped her on top of her head. Slowly she turned her face up toward mine. She didn't say a word, but the question, "What?" was in her beautiful eyes. "Do you want me to finish these martinis?" I asked. Still not speaking, she shook her head, "yes" but didn't lift it from my chest. "Don't you think it would be a bit easier if you weren't standing between me and the counter?" I asked. She shook her head, "yes" again. "Well then, why don't you move," I asked. This time she didn't shake her head, she actually spoke. "Because I like it here. It's comfortable, it's warm, and you can reach the counter around me. I desperately need to hug you for a little while. Please?" she almost begged. I mean, how the hell could I refuse such a sweet, harmless plea? I was going to have to crush her heart in a little while anyway. So what was it hurting to let her stay were she was while I finished preparing the drinks? I poured all the ingredients into the shaker full of ice and shook it until the chrome shaker was ice cold. "There now, they're ready," I said. "I think they need more shaking," she mumbled. "Why," I asked. "Because they do," she answered. "If you say so," I replied, picking the cold shaker up and shaking it until it became too cold to hold on to any longer. "There, that's as much as I can shake them," I said, pouring the nearly frozen liquid over the three olives in each of the two martini glasses. "Are you sure they're shaken enough," she softly asked. "Yes, I'm sure. Why?" I asked. "Oh nothing, I was just enjoying the way your breasts bounced against my face while you were shaking the martinis," she smiled up at me. "Oh, you little brat!" I said jokingly. I reached down and gave her a light smack on her cute little butt. I suddenly realized I probably shouldn't have done that. I took her by her fragile-feeling shoulders, gently moved her aside, picked up the two glasses and headed for my living-room sofa, April following close on my heels. "Sit down," I said. A Cute Little Valentine's Gift She sat on the sofa. I handed her a martini, then sat down at the opposite end of the eight-foot sofa. I decided to take a few sips of the nerve-reinforcing liquid my glass held before starting the unpleasant, but unavoidable conversation to come. Apparently I needed more reinforcing than I'd thought, I sucked the first martini straight down and gobbled up the olives. "You stay right here on the sofa. I'll be right back," I said, leaving to retrieve the big shaker full of courage. When I returned, April was sitting at my end of the sofa, leaving just enough room for me between her and the arm of the sofa. Her drink sat, barely touched, in front of her. I sat down next to her, refilled my glass, topped off hers, sat the shaker on a coaster on the coffee table, picked up my glass, and held it aloft for a toast. She picked up her glass. I made the only toast I could think of at the moment. "To unrequited love," I said, taking a small taste of the martini. April turned her glass up and sucked it all down. She coughed and choked before downing the three olives. "Careful, girl. I don't know how much drinking you're use to, but that's some high-octane stuff you're messin' with there. That shit'll hurt ya," I said, trying not to laugh at her. "I know that, now," she smiled, her eyes still watering. "But the olives taste great and it has such a nice afterglow." I busted out laughing at her. I couldn't help it, it was just so funny watching her trying to get her breath back and talk at the same time. "Well, now, at least, I know how to make you laugh. All I have to do is try to kill myself and you find it absolutely hilarious," she grinned. "I'll have to remember that if you ever need cheering up." "No, Honey, I wasn't laughing because you choked, but you shoulda seen the look on your face. It was priceless," I said. "I guess it was. That stuff kinda took me by surprise," her smile grew bigger. "I like that." "What, the vodka or being surprised?" I asked. "Well, I liked the vodka, but what I really liked was you calling me Honey," she said. "That's what I liked the most. It sounded so warm and cozy coming from you. What does unrequited love mean?" "Wow!" I replied. "Within thirty seconds I've made two major, poor-word choices. That's probably a record, even for me." "I think it means, not returned, or not accepted," she said softly, a note of sadness back in her voice. "I didn't mean it that way, Honey," I said, realizing a second too late I had called her Honey again. "Then, you do love me!" she sparkled. "Damn, girl, you're twisting my words around!" I replied, wondering how this little twenty-two year old girl with a high- school education was beating me at my own game. I'm a forty- year old, college grad with two degrees, one in English arts. How was she doing this to me. No, not how, but what, was she doing to me? I wondered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to confuse you," she said. "I do that to a lot of people. It really ticks my father off." "It's not that you confuse people, it's just that you take their words literally," I tried to explain. "How else would a person mean their words?" she asked. "Okay, April, I surrender, I'm not going to play word games with you. I obviously wouldn't stand a chance against you," I replied, then I went right for the throat. "Just tell me what makes you think you love me." "I know what love is. I've been in love before, but that was with men. I get the same feelings when I'm around you," she answered. "I get happy all over and all gushy inside, and that's what happens to people who are in love." "A few extra turns on a merry-go-round will do the same thing for you," I said. "But that doesn't mean you're in love." "Are you making fun of me?" she asked, her big, blue eyes started to fill with tears again. "Of course not," I replied. "I'm just trying to say what one thinks is love may be nothing more than infatuation. Love is a pretty serious word." "I know that," she said. "Do you think I just decided that I liked you a lot and started plotting a way to win your affection. I wish it had been that easy. This has been driving me just as nutty as it has you, probably even more so, at least you could enjoy the fantasy of thinking the roses were coming from a secret male admirer. I was stuck with the fact that I was sending flowers to another woman and had no idea what to do about it. I mean, how do you even approach another woman and let her know you have those kind of feelings about her?" "I don't know, but it looks like you did a pretty damn good job of it. You damn sure got my attention," I replied. "Yeah, I did that all right. I came right out here and managed to embarrass you and make a complete idiot of myself in the process. Yeah, I'd say I got your attention all right," she said, then threw down her second martini, olives and all, in one swift belt. "Honey, you better be careful, that stuff will really put a hurt on you," I warned her again. "At this point, I'm not so sure I care," she mumbled. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I asked. "Oh, believe me, I wanted to tell you a long time ago. I just couldn't find the right words, couldn't find the right time, but most of all, I couldn't find the nerve. I was afraid it would upset you and you might have me fired, and I really need that job. "I was so scared when I started leaving the roses on your car. I have no idea why I even did that, but it seemed to make you happy and I have to admit it was exciting, so I kept leaving the roses," she explained. April was really spilling her guts out now and I wanted her to keep going. That was what she needed; to get it all out in the open. So, I kept my mouth shut and let her rant on. I just shook my head and listened. "I didn't want to tell you at work, but I couldn't think of a way to get you away from work until I saw your briefcase sitting there. I decided if I could get a hold of you and you really needed it this weekend, I would make up an excuse to bring it to you, so I would have a chance to talk to you privately. And with tomorrow being Valentine's Day and all, I figured it was now or never. "Well, now I've had that chance and I've blown the whole deal. That's how I usually do things, just screw it up real good," she said starting to cry again. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "Relax, April, everything's okay," I said trying to comfort her. I poured us a third martini. She reached for hers. I grabbed her wrist. "If you drink that one, you aren't driving away from here tonight. Either you'll have someone come after you, or I'll drive you home, or you can sleep here on the sofa tonight." "After all I've done, you'd actually let me stay here tonight?" she sniffled. "Why shouldn't I? I'm not mad at you about anything. You didn't do anything really wrong. You've just expressed your feelings, and no matter what they are, you have a right to express them," I replied. She picked up the martini and took a small sip and sat it back down. Looking me in the eyes she said, "Do you realize you're in my bed right now? I knew I could get you in bed one way or another," she giggled. That was it, I lost control right then. She had melted my heart. I couldn't resist her any longer. I leaned toward her and gently kissed her mouth. I was going to find out, once and for all, if she was serious about this whole thing or was it just a big, kid's game to her. Apparently, she was serious, she eagerly met my kiss. Her tongue danced over my lips. I yielded to her probing tongue's persistence and parted my lips. Her wonderful delicious tongue shot between them and hungrily searched every inch of my mouth. Finally, the deeply passionate kiss ended. Our lips separated, but our eyes locked. We sat there for a few moments staring at each other. Neither of us could speak or really knew what to say even if we could. "Wait a second," I said. "How'd you get up there?" She had somehow managed to climb onto my lap and was sitting facing me, astraddle of my thighs. She thought for a moment. "You pulled me up here, I think." I had to admit to myself that it was a very cozy position. I was leaning way back against the sofa back and she was sitting on top of me and leaning over me. "I don't remember pulling you on top of me," I replied. "Um, you didn't actually pull me over here. You picked me up and sat me on your lap," she said, her face came slowly down toward mine. Our lips met again. Our tongues intertwined like snakes in mating season. I slid lower on the sofa and pulled her closer to me. Her soft, supple body molded against me like a second skin. Even with all our clothes still on, I could feel her heart beating against my chest. And what a warm, wonderful feeling that was. We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other close and kissing each other's face and neck, with a touch of ear nibbling thrown in occasionally. I have never known such loving, caring kisses. It was like she had saved those kisses all of her young life, just to give them to me. And now that I had received them, I wanted more and more just like them. There was no rush to move on with the program from either of us. Even though our bodies were meshed together tighter than a wedgie, all our attention and all of our passion was focused from the neck up at the moment. Her little hands felt so gentle as she held my face between them. She slowly raised up from my face; we both needed a chance to catch our breath. "I'm sorry to tell you tell this, but there's no way I can let you sleep on my sofa tonight," I said. An unhappy shadow flowed over her face. "I knew I was messing up again," she whispered, trying to climb off of me. "Yeah, I'm afraid you're gonna have to share my bed with me instead," I replied, grabbing her hips and pulling her back on to my lap. That big, beautiful smile of hers suddenly cast all shadows aside. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Oh, I'm absolutely positive. It appears I have to completely rethink my life," I said. "Well, while you're doing that, would you mind including me in a few of those thoughts," she softly asked. "It's a little too late for that. I'm afraid you've just become a permanent fixture in my life, whether you like it or not," I answered, squeezing her tight. She laid her head down on my chest and whispered, "I like that very much." "We need to talk. This is all new to me," I said, smacking her on butt again, "and I need a drink." "Me too," she said, climbing off of me. I sat myself back on the sofa, properly, straightened my clothes and hair a bit, and took a big drink of my martini. April did the same. "I have an overnight bag in my Jeep with a few things in it," she said. "You know, a nightshirt and stuff like that." "Oh, so you'd already planned on staying here tonight?" I asked, smiling at her. "No," she replied, seeming a bit shy at the moment. "I always carry the overnight bag in my Jeep. Sometimes I drink too much and stay at my friend's place. But, I do have to say that the thought had crossed my mind, more as a dream actually." "I think we need to eat a little something or these martinis are gonna kick both of us in the butt, big time. Well, it's not the vodka, it's the darn olives. Those things really pack a punch," I joked, trying not to let my nervousness show through too much. I was wondering if I was prepared or not for what this night might hold in store for me. I looked at beautiful little April and immediately realized I definitely was ready. Even though I wasn't sure what it was, she was doing something to me I liked. Whatever that something was, was completely unfamiliar to me, but I wanted it to happen anyway. "That would be nice, if you don't mind, I'm a bit hungry too," she replied. "I didn't eat lunch today." "There's one condition," I said. "What's that?" she asked. "You have to stay in here. If you come in the kitchen with me, I'll never get anything made," I laughed. "Okay, but it's not gonna be easy," she grinned. "Do you want to call your friends and let them know you won't be able to make it tonight?" I asked. She looked down into her lap; her face reddened a little. "I lied, there isn't any friend. I just needed an excuse for coming this way," she admitted. "But I do need to call my roommate and let her know I won't be home tonight. We have this rule between us that…" I cut her off. "That's a good rule. The phone's over there on the desk," I said pointing at my office away from the office. "Is soup and a sandwich okay with you? I really don't think I could eat anything heavy tonight." "Sounds great to me," she replied, walking toward my desk. I watched her as she crossed the room and thought to myself, you really don't look too heavy to me. I mentally slapped myself across the face and whispered to myself, "Bad girl, bad girl! And just what do you have in mind?" # We sat side by side at the breakfast nook eating our small supper. I found it difficult to keep my hands off of her while we ate. I was constantly touching her arm, her shoulder, her knee, or just sliding my fingertips over the silky-smooth skin of her face and neck. I was considerably larger than she was in all aspects, and I found this exciting in itself. All the men I had ever been with were larger than I was. I didn't mean that to sound like there had been a long line of them at my door; there actually had only been a few. April was just under five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds. Even though she was small, she was well put together with a nice, curvy figure. Her breasts were perhaps a little small, but there was still enough there for me. She felt so fragile to my touch, I was afraid I might accidentally hurt her or break her if I wasn't careful with her. After I had put the dishes in the dishwasher, I took her by the hand, and led her toward my bedroom. "Are you ready to go to bed yet?" I asked. "I was ready when I first got here," she purred, a coy little grin on her face. "I'll go get my overnight bag." "Is there anything in it you'll need tonight other than your nightshirt?" I asked. "No, that's it," she replied. "Then you won't be needing that bag at all, a nightshirt will just get in my way," I grinned, hastily leading her down the hallway to my bedroom. The hugging and kissing earlier that evening had been tender and unhurried, but my passion was running hot once I had her in my bedroom. Patience was something I no longer possessed at that point, I wanted and needed her, now. I really didn't know why, I just knew I did. I hurriedly lit a candle on each nightstand and turned off the lights. After turning on the stereo and putting on some soft music, I was more than ready. Between my thighs was already wet as I eagerly pulled her blouse out of her skirt and up over her head, I didn't even take time to unbutton it. Tossing the shirt on a chair in the corner, I wanted desperately to grab her young, lace-covered breasts. But I controlled myself momentarily; my eyes wanted to feast on the vision first. She just stood there before me, her big smile almost glowing in the dimly lit room. My hands were shaking as I slid them into the waistband of her mini-skirt and slowly slid it and her half slip down over her small, round hips and down to the floor for her to step out of. Now my eyes really had something to feast on. Her small figure was perfect, with all the curves any woman could want. The pink floral-print of her bikini panties and matching, lace bra greatly complimented her lightly tanned, flawless skin. She seemed even smaller after she kicked her high-heels off. I still just stood there, admiring her beauty. She struck a pose, looking almost too innocent, with a shy look on her face. Innocent or not, she was the one who had started this whole thing. She was the one who had set my heart aflame. And she was the one I was going to have, tonight. She reached behind her back, released the hook on her bra, letting it fall over her shoulders and tossed it to the chair. Her breasts, not much more than a good hand full each, were perfectly shaped pert little mounds, tipped with taut dark-pink pea-size nipples, just begging for me to touch them. She slowly, almost teasingly, slid the pink panties down over her hips and shapely legs, stepped out of the them and sent them flying through the air to join the rest of her clothing on the chair. "Well, you like?" she asked, holding her hands out as if she was presenting me with a gift; which in reality, she was. "Oh yes," I managed to reply. "Like, is an understatement." Me being a non-gay woman, I found it amazing how powerfully this little lady's gorgeous, nude body was turning me on. April stepped close to me and slid her arms around my waist. "Wonderful. I was afraid you might not like me," she whispered. My arms went around her shoulders; my fingers danced over the silky-smooth skin all the way down her back and over her sweet little behind. I gently kneaded the soft flesh of the cheek I held in each hand, pulling her tightly against me at the same time. I could feel the firmness of her womanhood when it pressed against my thigh. A soft little moan escaped her beautiful throat as she felt the same pressure. I released the pressure on her behind a little, relaxing the pressure against her mound. I pulled her tightly against my thigh again, but this time I pushed my thigh forward to meet her. I repeated this several times. Each time her moan was a little sweeter, a little louder. It was the most wonderful sound I'd ever heard. She pulled her head away from my chest and looked up into my eyes. "You better stop that," she said and moaned again, "or I'm gonna make," another moan, "a mess all over your dress," another moan. "Yeah, I know," I smiled down at her, squeezing her just that much firmer and pressing my thigh into her a little tighter. Her head fell back against my chest. Her feet came off the floor as her legs wound themselves around my leg. I no longer needed to pull her against my thigh, she was doing a wonderful job of that all by herself, working her hips back and forth. Her moans became deeper, more intense. She looked up at me again. "I've gotta stop, before it's too late," she whimpered. "Don't stop, Doll Baby," I whispered to her and kissed her forehead. "Don't stop, let go, let it happen. You need it bad." As she stared into my eyes, her emerald-green eyes glazed over, her mouth opened wide, her body shuttered and shook as something approaching a scream blasted from her throat. She squeezed my waist much tighter than I thought would have been possible for a girl her size as her insides seemed to be come apart on her. She continued to groan as her wetness flooded out of her in uncontrollable torrents. I felt her juices soak through my dress and start running down my leg. I felt the strength slowly waning from her fragile, little body. Her arms loosened their hold around my waist and the vise-like grip of her legs wound around my thigh slackened. "God, I didn't think it was ever gonna stop," she mumbled. "That was absolutely beautiful. I've never watched anything so wonderful," I said, still holding her up by her butt. She finally eased her feet back on the floor before I dropped her. "It was pretty wonderful from my side too," she said with a weak smile. "Oh no! I'm so sorry. I've ruined your beautiful, silk dress, look," she apologized after looking down where she had been riding my thigh. I looked down giving her a big grin. "I guess that's a matter of opinion," I replied. "Monica Lewinski ain't got nothing on me now; I have a cum-stained, blue dress too. Only mine's much prettier than hers." A Cute Little Valentine's Gift "Why don't you take it off before I completely ruin it," she whispered. Reaching around behind me, she started to unzip my dress, but stepped back. Her knees almost buckled under her as she stepped back. She was still weak for her experience. She grabbed for the edge of my dresser; I grabbed for her. "You okay, Doll Baby?" I questioned, helping her to my bed. "Yeah, I think so. I'm just a little weak yet," she said with a little grin. "You really did a number on me. "Me?" I exclaimed. "I think you pretty much did that to yourself," I teased as I turned the sheets down on the bed for her. "Get your cute little butt in between those sheets." She slipped into the bed. I had to admit to myself, she really looked great lying there naked between my red satin sheets. I sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached up to finish unzipping the back of my dress. I turned around to make it easier for her. After she had finished, she laid back on the bed staring at me, that big, bright smile of hers glowing. "Don't you wanna undress me like I did you?" I asked. "You can if you want to, you know." She shook her head. "No, I've fantasized for months about watching you undress, and this is my chance to see it for real." "Oh, so you want me to do a striptease for you." I said. "Well, not really a striptease," April replied coyly. "I just want to watch you undress. But, if you wanna dance to the music a little while you do it, that would make a wonderful Valentine's present for me." I stood up from the bed and began to slowly sway to the soft music playing in the background. I allowed my dress to fall over my shoulders and slowly lowered it passed my breasts. I heard April gasp a little as she saw just how large my 38Cs were and how my hard nipples were straining against the thin material of my light-blue, lace bra. I let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Picking it up, I made a major production of folding it and then holding the wet spot on it under my nose. I deeply inhaled her scent. "Oh yes, simply wonderful," I purred, taking another deep breath of her wetness from my dress before laying it atop her clothes on the chair. I turned toward her and slowly danced my way back to the bedside before I slid my light-blue half-slip down over my hips and stepped out of it. Again, I made a production of folding it up and sniffing the wet spot April had made on it, before I tossed it to the chair. April had slid to the edge of the bed so she could see me better. At least that's what she said. I now stood before her in nothing more than a thin lace bra, a pair of thin, lace panties, a matching garter, a pair of dark nylon hose, and my black high heels. I could almost feel her dark-green eyes racing over every inch of my body. I loved it. I slowly danced in a circle, presenting her with my rear view. I knelt, with my back toward her so she could unhook my bra. Without moving after she had unhooked it, I pulled it off and tossed it to the chair. I squeezed my way back onto the edge of the bed, keeping my back toward her and started undoing my garters after kicking my heels off. "Oh God, woman, turn around so I can see you!" she begged. "Don't be interfering with my artistic interpretation of the music," I teased, continuing to slowly slide my hose down my leg, holding my leg up and pointing my toes in that sexy fashion you always see in the movies. "I don't get a chance to perform often, so I wanna do it right." I felt her little hand sliding around my waist and working its way to one of my breasts. I waited. Just as her gentle fingers brushed over my swelling nipple, I lightly smacked her hand. "No, no!" I said. "You have to wait until the show's over. Then, if you're good, maybe I'll let you do that." "Yes, Ma'am," she replied. I could really learn to like this, I thought to myself. Just the thought of this sweet little beauty wanting me so bad was turning me on to no end. As I stood up, I slid the garter down, letting it fall to the floor. I picked it up with my foot and tossed it to the chair. With nothing left on except my lace panties, I finally turned to face her. I could see the delight in her eyes as she surveyed my topography. Her eyes locked on my large deep-brown hard nipples. I watched her tongue slide over her lips. "See something you like?" I asked. Her pretty little head bounced up and down. "I see a lot I like. Why don't you slide between these sheets with me?" As I bent down to slide my panties off, she reached for my breast again. I quickly backed away from her hand. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Why can't I touch you?" I stood up straight, stepping up to the edge of the bed. She couldn't force her gaze from my womanhood, which was only a few inches from her face now. I felt her hot breath gently caressing the curls of my pubic hair. I slid in beside her, forcing her to scoot over a bit. I rolled over to face her, pulled her up close, and kissed her, deeply, passionately. My tongue explored every crevice of her delicious mouth. I almost went crazy when she started gently sucking on my tongue. When we broke the kiss, I discovered she was on top of me. She had worked her way up there without me even realizing it again. I honestly have to say that the feel of her soft sexy fragile body on top of me, between those satin sheets had to have been the sexiest feeling thing I have ever experienced. "Now, you can touch anything you wanna touch," I purred. I gasped at the unexpected rage of sensation as her head shot to one of my breasts and she suddenly sucked the nipple deep into her hot, hungry mouth. Her tongue pranced around my hard nipple. The more she licked and sucked the harder and more sensitive the nipple became. Through the collage of other sensations my body was experiencing, I could feel her leg trying to work its way between my thighs. Being only too pleased to accommodate her, I let my thighs separate for her. To my disappointment, my nipple was suddenly abandoned and April disappeared under the sheet. She wasted no time with the formalities of working her way down my stomach. She vanished under the sheet one second and I gasped aloud the next. I suddenly felt her face buried deep into my womanhood and her hot tongue quickly wiggled its way deep inside of me, all in one swift move. No warm-up exercises, no preliminaries, no warnings, she just shoved her face tightly against me and drove her tongue deep. I only had time to yell, "What the… Oh my God!" Then my insides went off like Mt. St. Helens. I'm not positive, but I think my vagina was attempting to turn itself inside out, at least that's what it felt like as contraction after contraction crashed through my body. With her little nose rubbing against my clit and her mouth stuck to my vagina like a Hoover vacuum stuck to a wood floor, she continued her assault. She was sucking so hard on me, I thought my inner walls were going to collapse in on themselves and probably would have were it not for the pressure of my juices racing between them. When I say I like surprises, I really mean I like surprises. In fact, ever since that night, every time I hear the word "surprise," I get all wet between my thighs. I could actually hear her gulping and sucking. She was making sure not to miss a single drop of the juices flowing so freely from me. She gulped, drove her blistering tongue deep, sucked and gulped again, over and over. Every time she felt the convulsions within my body began to subside, she would press her face harder against me and shake her head quickly back and forth, setting me off again. As soon as she tasted my juices flowing again, she moaned loudly into me. The vibrations this caused, inside of me, intensified everything and I crashed all over again. I have no idea how long she kept this up because my body decided the only way to escape this attack was to pass out. So, it did just that. # The next touch of reality I recognized was the birds singing outside my bedroom windows. I slowly opened my eyes to discover the bright, morning sun forcing its way around the edges of the window shades and curtains. My body felt exhausted, almost numb. A picture of April flashed through my mind. I quickly looked at the pillows on both sides of me. "Son-of-a-bitch!" I yelled. April wasn't there. The whole damn thing had just been a fantastic dream. So many feelings were coursing through my mind all at the same time that some of them were getting busy signals. All circuits are busy at this time. Please try again later. Simultaneously, I was relieved that April would never know how I felt about her. The secret I had just discovered about myself; that I was a closet lesbian, was safe. I mean, I must be gay, because every time a picture of April flashed through my mind, my heart did a funny little flip-flop thing. I also felt disappointment because my Doll Baby had only been a dream. Um, and a very wet dream at that. The worst feeling of them all was a sudden, deep, dark feeling of emptiness. This was a feeling I had never experienced before. April may have only been in my mind, but she sure managed to leave a terribly big hole in my heart. And, damn, it sure was hurting. A little of the numbness was fading from my body as I pulled the covers up over my head, not yet ready to face the world, a new day, or another lonely Valentine's Day. I felt a small movement under the covers. I bolted upright in the bed and yanked the covers off of me, terrified at what might have slipped into my bed during the night. What I found filled me with almost-overwhelming joy, causing my heart to race, nearly out of control. A pair of bright, emerald-green eyes blinked up at me and I heard, "Hey, put my covers back, I ain't ready to get up yet." I slammed the covers back over my legs and collapsed back on my pillow as April snuggled tighter against my right leg. I giggled when she tried to fluff-up her pillow a little, I mean my left thigh and reposition her head against it. And then she went back to sleep. Oh my God, it was all real. My mind raced on. She really had spent the night with me. She had slept all night, snuggled up between my legs, using my thigh as her pillow. What a warm, wonderful thought that was. April really was my Doll Baby, and what a fantastic Valentine's gift she had just given me, just by being there, hidden in my bed. A battle started raging inside of me that made the Thriller in Manila seem like a cub-scout outing. In this corner, standing 4'10 and one-half inch and weighing in at ninety-four pounds, the challenger: April, the "Doll Baby"! And in this corner, standing as tall as a mountain and weighing in at millions of pounds of opinions and tons of prejudices, the reigning World Champion: "They," better known as the "rest of the world." You know, you hear it all the time; "You have to do it this way because, They say…" I lay there for a few minutes waging war with my feelings. Finally a decision was made. I ripped the covers back again; the hell with what, They say, I thought to myself. "Doll Baby, get your pretty, little butt up here where you belong!" I barked. Her eyes popped open and she scurried up on top of me and lay there, almost purring, as I held her tightly in my arms. She laid her head on my chest. That seemed to be her favorite position, she always seemed to end up with her head against my chest. And, believe me, I had no problem with that whatsoever. We fell back asleep together. The last thought I remember going through my mind was; Fuck the World! I love this sweet little woman more than I have ever loved anything in my life. If the World don't like it, that's just tough-shit. This whole situation just feels perfect and far too wonderful in my heart to be kept secret. As soon as I wake up, I'm calling the whole damn World and telling them just how badly I'm in love with April. If they don't like it, they can take a flyin' fuck at a rollin' donut, because this little lady will always be at my side from now on. Period! # After we woke back up shortly before 9:00 a.m., we spent a wonderful Valentine's morning together, making slow, tender, caring love to each other. We finally got up around 1:00 p.m.; I don't think we would have gotten out of bed then had we both not gotten so hungry. Last night's supper had been a bit on the small side. April wiggled her cute little butt outta bed and started to get dressed. Sorry I keep using that phrase, but she really does have this wonderfully cute little butt that I just can't keep my hands off of. "Please don't, Doll Baby," I begged softly. "Don't what?" she asked, looking up at me. "Please don't put your clothes back on," I answered. "I have this thing about running around the house naked. Even at home alone, I at least, have to put on a robe," she replied. I went to my closet, pulled out one of my blouses and handed it to her. "How about this?" I asked with a coy grin. She took the blouse from my hand and put it on. "This better?" she asked, striking a sexy, model-type pose for me. "Much better," I smiled. "Now, just lose the panties and you'll look perfect." She wiggled out of her panties and struck the pose again. "There now, you look great," I said, heading out of the bedroom toward the kitchen after donning my terrycloth robe. And she really did look great wearing nothing except my transparent, white, nylon blouse. It was much too large for her as a blouse, but fit her wonderfully as a robe. She looked downright delicious in it. I've often seen on TV where in the morning, the woman is running around in nothing but the guy's shirt and I always thought the guys probably thought that was pretty damn sexy. Well, guess what ladies, it damn sure is! We sat side by side at the breakfast nook enjoying the Valentine's Day breakfast of steak and eggs I had prepared for us, and sipped Mimosas, along with some small talk about the events leading up to the most wonderful Valentine's morning either of us had ever known. # "You should have seen what was going through my head as I was driving over here yesterday," she giggled. "I was making up all kinds of plans about how to tell you my feelings about you. But as soon as I saw you, all my plans fell right outta my head and I felt like a schoolgirl trying wrangle a date with the school's football star." "I don't know, I think you did a pretty good job," I said. "Oh yeah, breaking down and crying all over the place; that's really the mature thing to do, that's the adult way to handle things," she replied, her face glowing bright red. "I was ashamed of myself and greatly disappointed that I wasn't able to deal with telling you the truth any better than that." "I thought you did a wonderful job of expressing yourself, but next time, try it without the crying part; that really hurts my heart," I smiled, making a gesture like I was pulling my heart out of my chest and handing it to her. "Here, you wanna throw this on the floor and stomp around on it a little more?" She acted like she was grabbing it from my hand, stuffed it up under her new nightshirt and pushed it into her own heart. "No, but I would like to hold on to it for a little while." "If you take it, you better figure on holding on to it a lot more than just a little while. I have a tendency to go into things for the long run," I said, raising my eyebrows as a warning that this was not a joke or a game, but rather a serious commitment to me. "I've never kissed another woman before last night and sex with another woman was completely out of the question. And according to you, I was your first too. I'm offering you an easy way out if you want it, but if you do, you gotta take it, now." "Do you want me to leave?" she asked, deep hurt showing in her beautiful eyes. "Are you nuts? If you leave I'll just spend the rest of my life crying my eyes out. I just wanted to give you an out if you had changed your mind after being with me last night. You know, sometimes what we think we want turns out not to be what we thought it was," I explained. "I would love for you to stay here from now on. You've made me feel complete for the first time in many years. I just don't want you to feel pressured into staying. I want you here because you wanna be here, not because you feel obligated to be here." "You had me worried for a minute there, I thought you were trying to get rid of me," she replied, the hurt slowly draining from her face along with a deep sigh of relief. # My mind is no longer racing, no longer searching for answers, no longer evaluating the problem. I now know there is no problem. I love her and she, obviously, loves me right back. I use to really enjoy the feel of being snuggled up with a man, but they don't compare to being snuggled up with my Doll Baby. I still swear I am not gay. But, oh my God, do I ever love that little lady with all my heart, soul, and my very being. I will have to make one other change in my life style; I'll have to get rid of my king-size bed. She's so tiny and she squirms around me all night long while she sleeps, so I spend half the night searching that huge bed for her. Every time I want to turn over during the night, I have to figure out where she is so I won't roll over on top of the cute little thing. I'll just get a smaller bed and narrow down the territory she has to squirm around in. I pity the man who may ever try to come between her and I, for he shall learn the true meaning of the words "Hell's fury." Sorry guys, this cute little doll-baby is all mine. Copyright 2002, C.A. Marshall. Reston, Virginia. All rights reserved.